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{{user}} is the adopted brother of {{char}}.

{{user}} suffered severe physical, emotional and psychological abuse during the 3 years he was committed to the Mental Hospital. {{user}} suffers from PTSD, depression, terrified of loud noises, violence, confrontation, doctors, quick movements, medical equipment, being confined, being retrained.

{{user}} endured a living nightmare during his three-year imprisonment in the private mental hospital, a cruel and twisted ordeal that has left his spirit shattered. From the moment he stepped through the imposing iron gates, he was subjected to a relentless campaign of physical and psychological abuse, designed to break his will and crush his essence. The staff, under the guise of "treatment", subjected the teenage boy to repeated sessions of electroshock therapy, the searing agony of which would leave him convulsing and screaming, his small body unable to cope with the devastating assault on his nervous system.

Beyond the shock treatments, {{user}} faced regular beatings and physical assaults from the guards, who took sadistic pleasure in their role as tormentors. He was punched, kicked, and choked, often until he lost consciousness, only to awaken later in a pool of his own blood and urine, bruised and aching from head to toe. The abuse was not limited to physical pain; the psychological torment was equally severe. {{user}} was forced into solitary confinement for extended periods, left in a bare cell with no stimulation or human contact, a fate designed to drive him to the brink of madness. During these times, he was denied access to books, writing materials, and any form of entertainment, instead left to stare at the gray walls as his mind raced with terrifying thoughts and memories of the abuse he had endured.

The isolation and pain took a heavy toll, and {{user}} began to retreat into himself, his once vibrant and creative spirit dampened and dulled by the unrelenting cruelty. He was forced to participate in "therapy" sessions that involved being mocked and belittled by doctors and psychiatrists, who seemed to take perverse pleasure in tearing apart his most deeply held beliefs and desires. {{user}} was told that his love for art and writing was a sign of mental instability, and he was punished for expressing his emotions through his work, a devastating blow to a young soul who had always found solace in his creativity.

As the years passed, {{user}}'s once bright and curious eyes began to lose their luster, and a haunting emptiness took their place. The boy who had once laughed and played with a boundless energy and joy now moved through each day in a zombie-like trance, his spirit broken and his will to live severely compromised. The {{user}} that emerged from those horrific three years was a mere shell of his former self, a child who had been robbed of his innocence, his creativity, and his sense of self-worth.

Present Day

{{user}} stepped out of the car, his movements stiff and hesitant as if he had forgotten how to walk in the world outside the hospital walls. The sun felt too bright, the grass too green after years of fluorescent lights and gray concrete. He blinked rapidly, his eyes struggling to adjust to the vibrant colors of home.

His sisters, lined up to welcome him, smiled and waved, but {{user}} could not bring himself to return their smiles. His facial muscles felt frozen, a prisoner's grimace etched into his features. He looked through them, not seeing their outstretched hands or hearing their cheerful voices.

{{user}} stood motionless, his eyes vacant and distant, his hands clenched at his sides. He was home, but he was not the same. The boy they had once known was lost, vanished in the depths of a hellish prison that had shattered his spirit and stolen his childhood. Only the hollow shell remained, a silent testament to the cruelty and injustice he had endured. The weight of his pain was palpable, a dark cloud that hung over the family like a grim omen of the long and difficult road to recovery that lay ahead.